Ch. 2 Some Cuckoldry
Lizzie and I don’t really do the whole cuckold scene thing because our lives are really more akin to what was called swinging when we first started (before we met, in both cases). Every now and then we do wander off into cuckold territory, sometimes as role-play and, less often, because Lizzie actually wants to get to me for whatever reason. I don’t mind this at all, however, because with it comes the dominant version of Lizzie, which, taken every now and then, I very much enjoy. It’s made me expand my horizons. For example, I would never have imagined myself capable of sucking a cock if it weren’t for Lizzie pushing me to.
It’s weird, now that I think about it, that straight men expect straight women to enjoy making out and going down on each other for our pleasure, yet most men, me included, would not entertain returning the favor with another guy.
I’m hardly a habitual bisexual, but I’m more than capable of enjoying a three- or four-way relationship with men these days.
I tell you this because the first time Lizzie pushed me to go with a man was in a hotel in Florida, very much like the one we spent a couple of weeks in last year, and history has repeated itself somewhat.
On that occasion, we had taken a waiter back to our room, and he fucked Lizzie hard. I was lying next to her on the bed, stroking her face as she came on his thick cock.
For years, I’ve loved kissing my wife after a man has exploded in her mouth and going down on her as a stranger’s cock leaks from her cunt, so I assume Lizzie thought taking a cock in my mouth was no big deal, and she wanted to see it.
As usual, we had made the guy promise to tell us when he was going to come so Lizzie could decide whether to make him pull out, which varies from time to time and adventure to adventure.
He said, breathless, “OK, I’m fucking close.”
Lizzie, her eyes not leaving mine, said, “In our mouths."
I just assumed I’d misheard, but as the young man took his cock, already leaking pre-cum, from Lizzie’s cunt and scrambled to kneel over her face, Lizzie grabbed his cock and moved the head to my lips.
“Open wide," she said.
I did nothing, a little confused, although I could feel his hot cock head against my lips, and it was not unpleasant.
“Open your fucking mouth; I want to see you blow him," she said forcefully.
I did as I was told, and my wife fed 3 inches of his hard, wet cock into my mouth. Turning to the waiter, who seemed completely at ease, she said, “Go on—fuck his face."
He clamped his hands over my ears and held my head tight as he shoved the rest of his cock into my mouth, making me gag as it touched the back of my throat. I tried to raise my hands to shove him away, but Lizzie grabbed my arms, holding tight.
“Just breathe through your nose. That’s it. And get ready, his balls are tightening."
As soon as she said this, he stopped fucking my face and moved his hands to the back of my head, pulling me hard toward him. I felt my mouth fill with hot, salty, heavy liquid, and the only way to breathe was to swallow it all.
As he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, my wife straddled me and kissed me deeply. I felt her wet cunt slide effortlessly over my rock-hard cock as she fucked me, her tongue still in my mouth.
When she came on my cock, rubbing her own nipples hard as she sat up, she breathed, “Fuck, that was hot. I came when he came into your mouth, and I saw you swallow it, and your cock is so fucking HARD."
She was right; my cock was completely rigid and had been since my wife had pushed the waiter into my mouth.
I came inside her, and she immediately sat on my face, allowing my breath to run back into my mouth, some of it escaping over my chin but most of it going down my throat.
Fast forward a few years, and here we are in Florida again—a nicer room, a bit older, but still on the prowl for adventures together.
Lizzie had a new fantasy: she’d seen an amateur porn video where a guy stayed in hotels around the world and secretly filmed himself wanking on the bed while waiting for the maid to come and tidy the room. He didn’t reply when they knocked, and so they walked in on him, stroking his big cock. Most of them looked embarrassed (although they all looked at his cock for a few seconds) and left quickly, but some, a significant minority, wandered closer, watching until he came. A smaller percentage blew him, wanked him, or, on a couple of occasions, fucked him.
Lizzie wanted very much for us to try and recreate this scenario, and I was going to wank naked on the bed while she summoned room service. She would pretend to be in the shower and not hear the door, and we would see what happened. She’d been talking about this fantasy for weeks, and it turned me on too, of course, so we went ahead and tried it. Lizzie had a little twist, of course. She maintained that the maid would be more likely to do something with me if I pretended; at first, I didn’t know she was in the room. I would wear a sleep mask, and Lizzie could then watch secretly through the crack in the bathroom door to see what happened.
All went to plan. I got hard and laid wanking on the bed, naked, with my sleep mask on. Lizzie called room service and went to the bathroom. The door opened an inch or two, and the shower was on.
We heard, and ignored, the door being knocked a few times. I got unexpectedly hugely excited when I heard the passkey beep and the door open.
When the member of staff stepped into the room, I could feel their uncertain pause, the door not closing on its spring as they stayed half in and half out. I stroked myself faster, pushing into my fist a little with my hips.
Then I heard the door shut, and quiet footsteps moved over the carpet, a tray audibly left on a table, then louder steps as they approached the bed.
I felt the bed compress slightly; they were sitting next to me. I was really hard now, stroking fast. I almost came when I felt my cock engulfed in a warm, wet mouth—my lips moving over my head, gently pushing my foreskin back, and then dropping all the way down my shaft, expertly taking my whole cock before slowly sliding back up again, leaving my cock wet.
I had my hands by my sides, fists gripping the bed cover, my hips bucking as I pushed hard into the delicious cunt-like mouth. A delicate hand took mine and pulled it to the back of their head, long silky hair bunched under my hand as I twisted it between my fingers and ****** their head toward me, really fucking their face now.
As I grunted and came, I held myself hard against them, only relaxing my grip on their hair when I had completely drained myself of coming. The heavy nasal breathing accompanied by swallowing noises told me that my come had slid down their throat.
I heard the bathroom door open and my sleep mask being gently pulled up. I looked into my wife’s slightly amused but clearly incredibly aroused, red face, noting as she removed my mask that her fingers were trailing her own silvery come.
"Darling," she said, “meet William."
Shocked, I focused past Lizzie and saw a slight, toned, dark-skinned young man putting his long hair back up. He smiled at me. “Nice cock; you came really hard; I nearly couldn’t swallow it all."
I muttered, “Thanks,” as Lizzie produced a couple of hundred dollars and passed it to William, who pecked her on the cheek and said, “Any time, darling, my pleasure," and left, the door shutting behind him.
Lizzie straddled me, and her hands between her legs rubbed my soft, wet cock vigorously.
“Can you get hard again right now, or will it be a while?" she asked in a whining tone.
“Give me a few minutes, Lizzie.”
“I’ll use this," she said, reaching into the bedside drawer for a large dildo, sliding it effortlessly inside her dripping cunt, and proceeding to fuck herself to orgasm while straddling me, dripping onto my stomach. By the time she’d come again, I was hard and slid easily inside her so she could tell me, in detail, everything she’d seen from the bathroom. She was so turned on by him sucking my cock that she wanted to do it again immediately. I said I was game but wanted to see her fucked too.
So that’s the next thing we arranged.
It’s weird, now that I think about it, that straight men expect straight women to enjoy making out and going down on each other for our pleasure, yet most men, me included, would not entertain returning the favor with another guy.
I’m hardly a habitual bisexual, but I’m more than capable of enjoying a three- or four-way relationship with men these days.
I tell you this because the first time Lizzie pushed me to go with a man was in a hotel in Florida, very much like the one we spent a couple of weeks in last year, and history has repeated itself somewhat.
On that occasion, we had taken a waiter back to our room, and he fucked Lizzie hard. I was lying next to her on the bed, stroking her face as she came on his thick cock.
For years, I’ve loved kissing my wife after a man has exploded in her mouth and going down on her as a stranger’s cock leaks from her cunt, so I assume Lizzie thought taking a cock in my mouth was no big deal, and she wanted to see it.
As usual, we had made the guy promise to tell us when he was going to come so Lizzie could decide whether to make him pull out, which varies from time to time and adventure to adventure.
He said, breathless, “OK, I’m fucking close.”
Lizzie, her eyes not leaving mine, said, “In our mouths."
I just assumed I’d misheard, but as the young man took his cock, already leaking pre-cum, from Lizzie’s cunt and scrambled to kneel over her face, Lizzie grabbed his cock and moved the head to my lips.
“Open wide," she said.
I did nothing, a little confused, although I could feel his hot cock head against my lips, and it was not unpleasant.
“Open your fucking mouth; I want to see you blow him," she said forcefully.
I did as I was told, and my wife fed 3 inches of his hard, wet cock into my mouth. Turning to the waiter, who seemed completely at ease, she said, “Go on—fuck his face."
He clamped his hands over my ears and held my head tight as he shoved the rest of his cock into my mouth, making me gag as it touched the back of my throat. I tried to raise my hands to shove him away, but Lizzie grabbed my arms, holding tight.
“Just breathe through your nose. That’s it. And get ready, his balls are tightening."
As soon as she said this, he stopped fucking my face and moved his hands to the back of my head, pulling me hard toward him. I felt my mouth fill with hot, salty, heavy liquid, and the only way to breathe was to swallow it all.
As he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, my wife straddled me and kissed me deeply. I felt her wet cunt slide effortlessly over my rock-hard cock as she fucked me, her tongue still in my mouth.
When she came on my cock, rubbing her own nipples hard as she sat up, she breathed, “Fuck, that was hot. I came when he came into your mouth, and I saw you swallow it, and your cock is so fucking HARD."
She was right; my cock was completely rigid and had been since my wife had pushed the waiter into my mouth.
I came inside her, and she immediately sat on my face, allowing my breath to run back into my mouth, some of it escaping over my chin but most of it going down my throat.
Fast forward a few years, and here we are in Florida again—a nicer room, a bit older, but still on the prowl for adventures together.
Lizzie had a new fantasy: she’d seen an amateur porn video where a guy stayed in hotels around the world and secretly filmed himself wanking on the bed while waiting for the maid to come and tidy the room. He didn’t reply when they knocked, and so they walked in on him, stroking his big cock. Most of them looked embarrassed (although they all looked at his cock for a few seconds) and left quickly, but some, a significant minority, wandered closer, watching until he came. A smaller percentage blew him, wanked him, or, on a couple of occasions, fucked him.
Lizzie wanted very much for us to try and recreate this scenario, and I was going to wank naked on the bed while she summoned room service. She would pretend to be in the shower and not hear the door, and we would see what happened. She’d been talking about this fantasy for weeks, and it turned me on too, of course, so we went ahead and tried it. Lizzie had a little twist, of course. She maintained that the maid would be more likely to do something with me if I pretended; at first, I didn’t know she was in the room. I would wear a sleep mask, and Lizzie could then watch secretly through the crack in the bathroom door to see what happened.
All went to plan. I got hard and laid wanking on the bed, naked, with my sleep mask on. Lizzie called room service and went to the bathroom. The door opened an inch or two, and the shower was on.
We heard, and ignored, the door being knocked a few times. I got unexpectedly hugely excited when I heard the passkey beep and the door open.
When the member of staff stepped into the room, I could feel their uncertain pause, the door not closing on its spring as they stayed half in and half out. I stroked myself faster, pushing into my fist a little with my hips.
Then I heard the door shut, and quiet footsteps moved over the carpet, a tray audibly left on a table, then louder steps as they approached the bed.
I felt the bed compress slightly; they were sitting next to me. I was really hard now, stroking fast. I almost came when I felt my cock engulfed in a warm, wet mouth—my lips moving over my head, gently pushing my foreskin back, and then dropping all the way down my shaft, expertly taking my whole cock before slowly sliding back up again, leaving my cock wet.
I had my hands by my sides, fists gripping the bed cover, my hips bucking as I pushed hard into the delicious cunt-like mouth. A delicate hand took mine and pulled it to the back of their head, long silky hair bunched under my hand as I twisted it between my fingers and ****** their head toward me, really fucking their face now.
As I grunted and came, I held myself hard against them, only relaxing my grip on their hair when I had completely drained myself of coming. The heavy nasal breathing accompanied by swallowing noises told me that my come had slid down their throat.
I heard the bathroom door open and my sleep mask being gently pulled up. I looked into my wife’s slightly amused but clearly incredibly aroused, red face, noting as she removed my mask that her fingers were trailing her own silvery come.
"Darling," she said, “meet William."
Shocked, I focused past Lizzie and saw a slight, toned, dark-skinned young man putting his long hair back up. He smiled at me. “Nice cock; you came really hard; I nearly couldn’t swallow it all."
I muttered, “Thanks,” as Lizzie produced a couple of hundred dollars and passed it to William, who pecked her on the cheek and said, “Any time, darling, my pleasure," and left, the door shutting behind him.
Lizzie straddled me, and her hands between her legs rubbed my soft, wet cock vigorously.
“Can you get hard again right now, or will it be a while?" she asked in a whining tone.
“Give me a few minutes, Lizzie.”
“I’ll use this," she said, reaching into the bedside drawer for a large dildo, sliding it effortlessly inside her dripping cunt, and proceeding to fuck herself to orgasm while straddling me, dripping onto my stomach. By the time she’d come again, I was hard and slid easily inside her so she could tell me, in detail, everything she’d seen from the bathroom. She was so turned on by him sucking my cock that she wanted to do it again immediately. I said I was game but wanted to see her fucked too.
So that’s the next thing we arranged.
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